The Rose of First Love

Today is Valentine’s day.

Girl: I will go…

Bending her head, she says to a boy, who is a shy guy as she is.

The boy, not echoing, only kicks small pebbles with his tiptoes, here and there.

After a while, the girl says again, in an oblique voice: I should go…

Raising her head, casting a quick glance at him and diverting her eyesight again, she tangles the fringes of her dress.

Boy: Enh…

Inarticulately giving her a response, the boy hides carefully the other hand behind his back again. It seems that there are some tiny sweats on his front, or a shade flurry in his mind of saying something or not.

Still a long silence.

“I’ll go.” Seemingly being angry, the girl bravely raises her head, glares at him, with a shred of gentle encouragement in her eyes. Becoming more anxious, he seems not to know how to jump out of this dilemma; or seems to make crucial decision. Finally, strengthening that hand, turning red, with a little trill, the boy says: “…for you!”

It is a rose, very rosy, keenly flowering, like a mass of fire, burning on the boy’s hand. The girl smiles, very happily. But immediately, she turns back and runs away, while turns her head and says with smile :”I will go!”

However, after no more than several paces, it seems that something bring to her mind. She runs back to the boy, with red cheeks, “Enh----” snatching the rose from his hand, without saying a word, runs away again.

Watching her silhouette in distance, the boy smiles…

I stand on the terrain, occasionally witnessing this scene of the prologue of love in the sunshine, and can not help giving a smile from my heart. I recall my own first love, which not make her debut from a bouquet of red rose hiding behind the back?

女孩儿：“我走了……”低着头，向对面那个同样腼腆的男孩子说。

男孩子用脚尖踢着地上的小石子儿，没有回答。　　

过了会儿，女孩儿又小声说了一遍，“我该走了……”一边抬起头来飞快的看了男孩子一眼，重又垂下了眼帘，绞着裙角。　　

男孩子：“嗯……”含糊地应了一声，把刚才一直藏在身后的手藏得更深了……额上似乎有些细细的汗珠，又象有些欲说还休的慌乱……　　

又是好一阵沉默。　　

“我走了！” 女孩儿好象有些嗔怒了…… 勇敢的抬起头来，盯着男孩子，目光里却有温柔的鼓励……　　

男孩子更慌乱了，象是没有办法似的，又象是下了好大的决心……终于把藏在身后的手递到女孩儿的面前，脸红得厉害，似乎声音也有些在抖：“ ……给你。”　　

那是一支鲜红的玫瑰，开得正艳，象是一团火，燃烧在男孩子的手上。　　

女孩儿笑了，笑得好开心。但一转身就跑开了，一边回头一边笑着说：“我走了！”可没有跑几步，又象想起了什么，红着脸颊又跑回来，一把抢过男孩子手里的那支红玫瑰，也不说话，就又跑远了……　

望着女孩子跑远的背影，男孩子笑了……　　

我在阳台上，无意中目睹了夕阳底下这一幕爱情的序曲，忍不住也会心地笑了……想起了自己的初恋，不也是开始于一支藏在身后的红玫瑰里吗？